Could It Be You?
~PROSE~
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It's love at first,
I fell for you like a falling snow,
Without your conscious.
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When stars were shooting
I made a wish.
I raised a red rose
And you smiled at it
Your smile, my Achilles heel
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You comes to me
Like a graceful butterfly.
Your gentle touch, my panacea.
Your hugs, my amulet.
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Time  brings its crossroad,
Tide brings its watershed,
Far away, you yells my name.
So close, yet separated by river
But could it be you?
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To a lady of will and of a noble ambition